Painting pictures with words.
Opening a part of the soul.
Emotion flowing with the lines.
Tapestry skillfully woven.
Reflecting thoughts artfully.
Yearning to make a difference.
--Karen O'Leary--Whispers' Editor

Friday, January 27, 2017

Daughter Moving--By Peggy Dugan French--United States

Daughter
Moving

The days when we would
happily bounce around town together are long gone. Now we get brief
snippets of time we gobble up like hungry beasts. Then we return to the
rhythm of long-distance phone calls and occasional four-day visits in whatever
town you call home. We manage to keep our bond tight knowing we are both
where we need to be, doing what we need to be doing. But today, packing
up the car once again, I find myself aching for some of those carefree moments
of youth we once shared. I would love to hear the clip-clop of plastic heels on
the kitchen floor just one more time and catch a glimpse of days long past when
we strode side by side effortlessly, smiles broad and free.

last dish in the cupboard

dreaded farewell upon us

smell of fresh paint in every corner

Peggy Dugan French is a
California girl with Minnesota roots. She has enjoyed being the editor of Shemom
since 1997. She has worn many hats over the years, but being a Mom has been one
of her greatest adventures; she’s had the pleasure of sharing that journey with
her best friend.

Peggy,These memories remind me of the old song "Those Were the days" It starts off: "Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end, we'd sing and dance forever and a day..." Don't remember the rest, but you might be able to find it on the Internet if you don't remember the song. (I don't even know who sang it, we learned in chorus class, way back when I was ion grammar school...?Yours truly,David Fox

Peggy, the whole piece is beautiful. What especially made my heart jump was the clip clop of heals, those plastic get ups for queens and princesses, that brought a flood of memories of Sierra in a crown. well said my friend!Debbie